"Aaaaaeeeeeiiiiioooouuuuu." I say.

  Speaking was... harder to do then previously anticipated... Heh. That's a polite way of saying that talking without a voice box was intensely confusing.

  The way organics speak, they vibrate bits of their throat by using atmospheric gasses. Depending on density of said gasses, this could lower or raise your voice accordingly.

  Now, I no longer had any of that. I was an inorganic robot with a voice module. In theory, I could sound like anything. I could sound like my previous lives, or an actual robot. But, besides speaking, there was a problem...

  Who was I? I had been pondering that question for a while, and as I walk to the (hopefully) outside world, it was on my mind more and more. Who was I?

  I am an amalgam of 3 things. A human, a necontyr, and an inorganic robot. Each had a personality, memories, and lives, no matter how broken each were. This is what I was, but not who.

  Should I re-name myself? Should I take my old name? I mean, that would make sense... Sigh.

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  My body had the name Nezekiri. My human past had the name James, from what I recall. And I THINK that my necrontyr past held the same name as my necron body.

  So... ah fuck it. I'm being indecisive... Sigh. Ok.

  I... am Nezekiri... I am, or was... female? I serve the... Tereket dynasty... yes. Tereket. Ok. I, am Nezekiri. I, AM NEZEKIRI! HAHA!

  For some reason, I feel... more free then I have in a while. It was euphoric. I know who I am. I decided it! I was so very happy.

  I wouldn't forget any of my past, nor ignoring anything painful. That would be lying to myself, and I didn't want that. No, I just figured out who I wanted to be! Why would I hide more of myself?

  Now, I needed to figure out what I was. What was my job, my purpose. From my memories, I had been 2 things. Well, 2 and a bit. As a human, I had been... unemployed? I don't think I had a job...

  I did... odd jobs? ...Oh! It was doing anything and everything for cash, otherwise known as money! I see. Hmm. Odd, but ok. Wait...

  He was a musician? A bard? I went to... What is... Oh, I see, community College. A higher education. I went to college for music? What did I... Oh that's eclectic.

  My memory was filled with music. There were pieces gone, but so many were whole... what's this?

  Note: the songs name is Guilty Pleasure for those interested. That's all :)

  ...

  That's odd, but pleasant... ahem. Well, I do not believe that is... an applicable trade. Wait, trade... guild... Oh, I heard that before. Uhhhh.

  Oh, the guild! It was such a large part of Organic Nezekiri's life. It was a gathering of legal assassins. They were primarily employed by... oh. The lords. I... I see.

  Anyways, an assassin. I was an assassin. And my body was a deathmark. I knew this. I was the dynastys knife, the one in the dark doing work left unsaid...

  ...Well... I can accept this. I will never run out of work, at least. Because as long as there's two people left, someone's going to want someone dead. Plus, I had the practice! I could work with this.

  But, this tangent has went on long enough, no matter how productive it had been. I had to practice.

  "Vvvvvvvvooooooooookkkkk"